The sexy Greek boy

"Gemma." Gemma looked up from her journal as Taya appeared in her doorway.

Taya scrambled in and sat on her bed. "People are here, you know. The party's starting,"

Gemma had heard voices downstairs, but she was prepared to pretend she hadn't

"He's here," Taya continued meaningfully

"He ?"

"Koustous."

"So ?"

Taya got a look on her face. "Gemma, I'm not kidding; you've got to see him."

"Why ?"

Taya leaned forward on her elbows. "I know you'd think he'd be this little . . . Grandma's boy, but Gemma he is . . . he is . . ." When Taya got exited she didn't Finnish her sentences.

"He's what ?"

"He's . . ."

Gemma raised an eyebrow.

"A sexy Greek god and I'm not joking" Taya declared.

Gemma was natural a little curious, but she wouldn't admit it. "Tay, I didn't come to Greece to find a boyfriend."

"Can I have him ?"

Gemma smiled for real. "Taya, yes. Does it matter you already have a boyfriend ?"

"It did until I saw Koustous." He's that great, huh ?"You'll see."